Trees Killing

Thought that I could write it down
to understand
to make sense
of what was
would bes
that became cannots
Instead I'm
making the wounds deeper
Wasting away
Forgetting everything
that came before
So I write
but I realize I do
because I want to glorify
what I feel for you
because it meant something
but only because
I never do
feel this way
So the first year passes quick
and all I have are words on paper
and it's ironic,
that I killed trees
but I find trees killing me